"Baby, you'll do it right or you'll do it over," he said. "You'd make me do it again?" "And you'll keep doing it until you do it right." I looked a... him like he was insane. He just chuckled his exasperating chuckle and grinned at me. "I can't believe I'm gonna do this." "Come here. Stand in front of me." I sighed and moved toward him, my legs shaky, and looked up into his beautiful blue eyes. At the edge of my vision I could see his hands reaching for my breasts. "Keep looking into my eyes.. " What happened when you hit him?" I asked, trying to understand exactly what happened to her."He pushed me against the car. Hard. I yelled at him and kneed him. That's when he ran away."Dory was sitting up, now, hanging onto me for dear life. What had happened had frightened her badly and I was just now beginning to feel the anger. Anger directed at Randolph Bentley, Headmaster and sexual predator. I needed to think about what to do next. Police? Her word against his and likely would result in. I was even skinnier than I remember Sylvia Porter. She had been one of the most unattractive women I had ever met. The problem was I was beginning to look more and more like her.Sylvia always had short cropped hair and since the lice problem I was going to have it a while as well. She had almost no breasts and my implants were hanging like a couple of water balloons from my chest. My first purchase when I was still living in Arnold's hotel suite had been a strong bra to hold them in place.. She had been reading too many romance novels!She banged on the door of Carl’s house with her fist. A few moments later, her nose was assaulted by the scent of unwashed male and cigarettes, and her ears by Def Leppard, as Carl opened the door, beer in hand, still wearing the jeans and dirty t-shirt from earlier that day.He leered at her. “Who’re you, babe?”“I’m ... Patty,” she answered, confused, “your renter?”“Oh shiiit!” Carl whistled as he squinted at her. “Without yer glasses you look.